I didn't try spaghettios until college, maybe? Which is just as well, because it smells awfully close to canned catfood to me. And I haven't eaten catfood since I was a baby for good reason. I have the same reaction to canned stews.

I love canned raviolis and canned beef stew, but finding versions I can eat is hard. Which may be why I think they are so good, they're a very rare treat.

Oh you guys. Oh oh oh.

There is a company that I'm leaning towards for our EDMS (Electronic Doc Management System). I had to take this project over from someone else at our company who couldn't make it happen, for various reasons. The vendor knows about the switch, and has been pretty good to work with. But the sales person, who is an okay guy in general, is DRIVING ME NUTS. Constant emails, text, cell phone calls. I have been firm in my timeline and kept him abreast of what's going on with the decisions at work, etc. He's been good about sending me documentation and anything I request, and the product is checking out okay with references. But he tried to push me into visiting his vendor booth (he isn't at this conference, but his co. booth is), with a text. I didn't respond because I was in a session. And then he called and left a voicemail, which I got after the session. And then I received an email, where he tells me that he knows I'm busy so he went ahead and called [previous project manager] to try and schedule a meeting with him and his CEO who are flying out to the West Coast in two weeks.

So this morning, I am cc'd on email from him to [previous project manager] asking for a meeting, etc.

I hit "reply" thinking I am replying to my colleague, and instead I replied to the salesperson. An email in which I say I feel irritated and bombarded by the salesperson, and for my colleague not to reply to the salesperson; to leave it to me.

So, I had a heart racing few minutes dealing with that pickle.

I hit "reply" thinking I am replying to my colleague, and instead I replied to the salesperson. An email in which I say I feel irritated and bombarded by the salesperson, and for my colleague not to reply to the salesperson; to leave it to me.

Possibly it was a good thing for the irritating salesperson to see this?

This is me when I order the kids grilled cheese at Panera.

Did you know they have macaroni & cheese now? Soooooo good.

So, if sex rehab is sitting around not having sex, then I'm in sex rehab RIGHT NOW!

Me, too, AInFG!

Of course, I plan to NOT be in rehab by tonight.

Did you know they have macaroni & cheese now? Soooooo good.

CJ loves it. I haven't tried it. I usually go for the Fuji Apple Salad. Oh and their French Onion soup. I think I just talked myself into Panera for dinner. We will be at the dojo next door anyway.

Possibly it was a good thing for the irritating salesperson to see this?

I immediately wrote to salesperson:

I stand by this even as I intended to write to [colleague]and not you.

I am feeling a little overwhelmed by the emails and phone calls and texts right now as I focus my attention on fully evaluating EDMS systems. I am the lead on the project, and it was unnecessary for you to contact [colleague] when I didn’t return your voicemail as quickly as you wanted (I was in the middle of a session when you called).

I have a minefield to work through at work with senior management, and [colleague] is not the right conduit for communication with senior management, I can assure you.

However, I'm sorry you saw my grumpy email.

He wrote back extremely apologetic and we've worked it out. But whoooo boy what a little panic I had. Until I realized he's the salesperson, not me. He's the one who should worry. That it made it easier to deal with.

Well done, Javachick.

Exactly, javachik. It's unfortunate, but he should know that his tactics might cost him a sale in the future, even if they don't cost him THIS sale.

Why you need to pay attention to height of your trailer. This may be ultimate trailer fail.

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Nobody got injured.